Ahhh yes... the second part of chapter one other wise known as chapter two. Hope you like it... :) (Again I say this with full knowledge that not very much happens in either chapter... so I'm sorry.) :(


I wish I would have a real tragic love affair and get so bummed that I'd quit my job and become a bum for a few years, because I was thinking about doing that anyway. - Deep Thoughts


2

Rogue lay on her side, trying to read her novel unsuccessfully. She couldn't concentrate. She'd gone to Professor Xavier at the first sight of Carol. He'd wanted to know what could have triggered the relapse, causing Carol to seep out into her personality again. She couldn't tell him.

She could barely admit the truth herself. It had been hard for her to see Gambit with someone else. And no matter how many times he told her differently, the thought always came up that he'd just left because of her lack of control.

Who would blame him? She thought to herself, giving her head a shake.

Now, to make matters worse, what little control she once had, had vanished. She was back at square one; feeling as hopeless as ever. Something that the woman in her mind took great advantage of. But, she had to admit Carol hadn't been all that bad since her last meeting with Xavier. Seems the blonde bombshell taking up residence in her head realized that Rogue was her only chance to not die. They'd even started to relatively get along.

The knock on the door caused her to drop her book and crane her neck to see who it was.

"Knock knock sunshine." Kitty smiled as she phased her head through the locked door.

"Yeah yeah." Rogue muttered, picking up her book again.

"I didn't mean to…" Kitty let out a breath. "Maybe we should get out… go somewhere."

"Will it shut you up?"

Kitty nodded.

"Then why not?"

Kitty sat down on the edge of the bed with a frown. "Rogue… I'm no telepath… but you haven't been yourself… and I can't help but think that it has something to do with-"

"Ain't none of your business." She snapped. "Ah've been doin' just fine thank you very much."

Kitty pressed her lips together and stared Rogue down. "Is Carol really bothering you?"

Rogue let out a breath and looked back at her book. "Kitty ah-"

"Is it because of Remy?"

"Ah don't know." Rogue shook her head. "Ah'm just… tryin' so hard just t'get along with her right now. Until we can get the walls back up at least. She ain't all that bad… but she can say some pretty nasty things."

Kitty furrowed her brow "Things like what?"

"Well for starters, she doesn't much care for that pink sweater you're wearin'…"

Kitty's jaw dropped. "How dare she!" She put her hands on her hips "Well you tell her she's more than welcome to come shopping with me to help me pick out something… no one else will. Until then, I'll be wearing this sweater every day!"

Rogue let out a small laugh causing Kitty to grin. "There's that smile. So what d'ya say? You an' Carol come shopping with me?"

Rogue pressed her lips together and pondered for a moment. "What do you think Carol?"

She let out a reluctant sigh. "Well ah don't want to… but if it'll make Carol happy for the time bein'… ah'm in."

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AJ watched from her place on the roof, taking a long drag of her cigarette. Kitty and Rogue had left some time ago, and that was the last of the activity outside. No one else was doing much of anything.

She slowly blew the smoke out, pulling her knees up to her chest before inhaling another puff. A cold wind swept over the roof causing her to hug her knees tighter. For the middle of October it had been pretty cool. So she took advantage of as much mild weather as she could. She looked up; watching as the first few snowflakes slowly began to drift downwards spurring her on to flick her cigarette over the edge of the roof. That was her cue. AJ made her way down into her room, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. She'd been very distant since they returned from New Orleans. Not that anyone noticed, she managed to hide her feelings pretty well. No need to air your dirty laundry out in public eye. She rubbed her arms to warm her chilled flesh. Logan had no idea at least from what she saw. He hadn't said so much as 'boo' to her regarding their conversation over the phone. But her philosophy was never let 'em see you cry. If he knew how much his comments had hurt her… she shook her head silently. She couldn't let that happen. Never again. She left her room, closing the door behind her as a frown came across her lips.

"Hey."

Speak of the devil. She looked over her shoulder at him expectantly.

He walked beside her. "You up on the roof again?"

"Yes."

"What's yer fascination with heights?"

She looked at him. "Is there something you wanted Logan?"

He let out a short breath, shoving his hands in his pockets. "You know I already told you I didn't mean it."

She blinked at his blunt comment. "I know."

"But…" He waited expectantly for her to finish her comment.

Her eyes suddenly looked distant as she stared at him.

"Don't look at me like that kid… it ain't like I-" He frowned. "What's wrong?"

"The door. There's someone at the door…" She blinked and looked at him before shaking her head. "This isn't gunna be good…"


Who is at the door you ask! Well my friends... you'll have to wait to find out.

Not really I'm gunna post the next chapter like... tomorrow... so... -ahem-... yeah.

Please feel free to review! Hey. I just noticed I was writing in Italics. Cool.